Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia - Sex Stories

Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia

... more than tourists, frequented the bars the 13K Triad controlled in Soi Cowboy. The chauffeur parked the car in an alley behind one of the bars.

Cassie looked around and felt a little nervous. The alley looked terribly third world. Dirty, with garbage overflowing several cans and a mangy dog rooting around for scraps.

Cassie knew of the vast poverty in the country, and had heard about Bangkok’s seedier clubs and brothels, even sex trafficking and sex tourism. However, restricting herself to the tourist district and touristy activities, she had avoided paying much attention to or thinking that much about any of that. Certainly had not in the kind rancid, sordid detail confronting her now. Quivering and feeling queasy as she got out of the car, Cassie was increasingly uneasy about what she might be getting herself into.

Yanmei ushered her into the bar. It was dark inside and the first thing Cassie saw was three Thai girls, teenagers, dancing on a small, raised platform. The bar was dark but the music was loud and the lights were garish and bright.

The girls were clad in string bikinis, dancing unenthusiastically, looking bored. Cassie noted their attire and attitude and tried to reassure herself as she surveyed the room. The afternoon crowd was sparse. It consisted of mostly Thai men sprinkled with a few tourists. Some Japanese and Westerners. Cassie took a deep breath and told herself, ‘it’s only for a little while.’

“We go upstairs,” Yanmei said to her and ...

... steered Cassie up a flight of stairs to a small room.

The chauffeur, a young man barely out of his teens accompanied them. First Cassie had to be outfitted for a costume. Yanmei was the “mama san” in charge of training and disciplining the girls.

She stood with her hands on her hips and announced to Cassie, “Take off clothes.”

Cassie looked over at the chauffeur and said, “What about him?”

“He no problem. Strip.”

Cassie felt butterflies in her stomach. She had been to a nude beach once and had experience with lovers, but this was different. It was so cold, impersonal, and degrading.

She hesitated and Yanmei impatiently said in a harsh and guttural voice, “Strip, Missy.”

Cassie had no choice. She had committed herself. She began to disrobe. First her top, then her shorts, pausing in her modest white bra and panties, which still covered about as much as the bikini would. Looking down, her fingers fumbled before finally managing to unfasten her bra. She blushed as the bra cups fell from her bare breasts, and then rushed to pull it off, and shove down and step out of her panties, trying not to think about what she was doing.

Yanmei yanked her bra and panties out of her hands and tossed them aside. Cassie, now naked, tried to cover her girl parts with her hands. The attempted modesty seemed to amuse Yanmei, who offered the first, if still distinctly frosty, smile that Cassie had seen from her. The chauffeur, named Thuanthong, shuffled in closer and watched ...